In my previous post I mentioned that I’m an only child, but I grew up with my dad’s side of the family, and we’re not a small group by any means. When we were all little, we used to see each other almost every week, but as always, life happens and everyone eventually got older and busier as the years passed by… And this is probably the main reason why the holidays are so important to me.
Centennial Conservatory in Etobicoke is no exception. I took my mom in late November because she’d never been before and as we were walking around, one of the maintenance staff told us that they were getting ready to set up their Christmas display which would be ready by December 10… and you already know we had to come back.
Blogging can be weird sometimes, at least in the way I post my content, because weeks of place/theme specific posts go by and though I already mentioned this in my post about “the problem of vlogging”, it’s still just as true now: my sense of time is all off. I get so caught up in editing and putting together past moments that all of a sudden I wake up and it’s nearly the middle of December and how did that even happen? *face palm*
Hi everyone! Just popping in on this chilly Saturday to excitedly mention that I wrote the latest article on Roam Magazine! I’ve always been enamored with their articles and the photos in them, so when I learned that they accept submissions, I typed my heart out about how immense my love for Venice Beach is.
The “In-Between” videos are some of my favourite to make because they often contain my most cherished moments that are generally less exciting than others that I would make entire vlogs about. These are the moments that you don’t realize have an impact on your life and your character – the ones when you’re laughing, hanging out with loved ones, and just living your everyday life.
I love a good antique and/or flea market. Actually, I’m not opposed to a bad market either, whatever that is. I could spend hours sifting through VHS tapes and vintage issues of Reader’s Digest, while falling in love with each and every old typewriter, sewing machine, and rotary phone. Don’t even let me near any racks of clothing, unless you’re prepared to be there for the rest of the day… Or unless you’re Andrew and you have no choice (haha).
Andrew and I had wanted to go to Centre Island since last winter, but there was so much rain this spring and summer that the island flooded! It ended up closing, and was supposed to open at the end of June, which eventually became the end of July… And then August rolled around!